News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1887-09-22

MY gittin' married in. You see
Mondays washin' day, and Tuesday s
ironin' day, and of course nobody would
be married a Friday; and Saturday S
bakin' and cleanin'-up day, so there's
only Wednesday and Thursday left, and
mother'n me wanted that much time fo1
extry odds and ends of work, and to
''turn round" in, rs you might say. Sc
] set it a Sunday mOrnin' before fust
service.
Now, to begin with, / must tell you
that Mr.. Hannibal Hawkins, the man ]
was goin' ter marry, was what you'd call
odd, terrible odd, so that, although we'd
been keepin' company tergether for some
time, and I'd every chance ter git ac-
quainted, yet felt mor'illy certain that
it would be "a good while fore I'd know
him all through. Not but what he was
likely man-mOre tew, for he was a
church member in good and reglar
standin', and he alwers had the name O.
bein' good husband to his fust wife,
and good pervider and all that; but, as
/ said, he was odd.
Wall he come over the Saturday NOR
MIN before the weddin', SOS ter be e'on
hand" he said, and kinder dew for me
and mother.
We hadn't no men folks in the house
'cept Caleb Jones, the hired help, and
he want much dependence at sech q
time.
1t was bout eight o'clock in the fore
noon when Mr.. Hawkins rived, and an
hour or tew later / got letter from his
daughter Car'line. 1t was marked pri-
vate, and read thus:
''DEAR MISS ROBBINS That's me, Ruth Ann
Robbins, We knowl: l write to caution you
about Par. feel awful 'fraid the clo'es he's
took with him to be married in amt right All
TO once he was struck with one O his odd
streaks, and insisted on packin' his bag him.
self, thing he never done afore in his life,
and the Lord only knows what he put into il;
don't. You must look him over real sharp
fore he goes in where the folks be.
''Im sorry l can't come to the weddin', but
cut my bangs yesterday, and got en- 50 short
that | look tew hijeOus for anything. I've
cried myself most sick, I'm so disappointed,
and Par says I'm silly ter stay away on account
o the bangs; but | can't help ii; I'd ruthcr
die than go and show myself seeh a fright to
all them folks so there t is / send you my
love, and hope everything will go off we'll
With respeck. CARLINE HAWKINS.
'sP. Sim afraid Par has took odd boots
Look out for him."
laughed when I read that letter; it
didn't trouble me much of any. Thinks
ter myself, ''He is old enough to pack
his own bag, less he's a gump and q
fool, and if he is a gump and fool the
quicker we find it out the better !''
felt the wust because Car'line want
comm to the weddin'. 1t worried me
to think she was so silly bout them
bangs.
III
when it was time to dress
ourselves, Hannibal took one room
and / another and we begun. I'd
Just got my hair all down, when Hanni-
bal hOllered tew me, and said he:
"Ruth Ann | wish you d bring in
your needle and thread and dew little
Job o sewin' for me. find my vest is
all split out behind, though goodness
knows how it come so. / never wore it
but once in my life. It's a bran new
one."
1 thought then of Car'line's letter,
and when / see the vest l knew in a
minute that he had taken the wrong
one, but sewed the old thing up, as
wells 1 could-a pretty lookin' vest it
was to be married in--and went back
to my room feelin' O good deal disturbed
and anxious.
His next perdickermunt was wuss yet.
This time he spoke to me SO kinder
quick and sharp, that / knew it was
somethin' serious. l was jest putin
my dress over my head, but L didn't
stop to half button it up, hurried in
ter see what was the matter now. When
/ opened the door, there stood Hanni-
bal in the middle % the room, lookin'
down perplexed like and inquirin' at
two old boots-you couldn't call 'em q
pair, for knew the minute | set eyes
ON em that they both belonged to one
and the same foot! They both had a
round mob stickin up conspickewous